This choice: You call Vincent, who gives the formula to his 12-year-old son Taylor • Go Back...Chapter #6You call Vincent, who gives the formula to his ... by: scriptboy   You pick up your cell phone, almost trembling with excitement. You dial the number of your best friend and colleague, named Vincent. He knows all about your secret experiment and the ramifications of coming up with a successful formula which can grant complete omnipotence to anyone who drinks it. He works in another lab down the hall and comes over to your lab.
"John! You know what it means when the military finds out about this, right?" he says to you.
"Yes! That's why I want to test it on someone outside of the lab! Someone we can trust!" you insist.
"I can give it to my wife... But we're kinda going through some tough times right now. She's dealing with health issues and problems with her parents..." Vincent tells you.
"No... I don't want to give it to someone with emotional issues. It has to be someone who is stable and who likes to help others!" you tell him sternly. "Unfortunately, I don't have any family nearby..."
"Umm... How about.... Taylor?"
"Isn't that your son?" you ask him.
"Yeah!"
"How old is he?"
"He's twelve... But he's very mature for his age. He works part-time at the bagel-shop down the street on weekends and he has a paper-route. He's also on the soccer team at his middle school." Vincent explained.
"Hmm... That might work! Nobody will suspect a kid with Godly powers!" you whisper to him. "I'll come over after work tonight!"
The hours fly by. You have known Vincent for over thirteen years and you remember the day like it were yesterday when he announced the birth of his son. Taylor was this short, skinny kid with pale skin and brown eyes and jet-black straight hair. He was always quiet, shy and polite. He never said much when he came to the lab. He was intelligent and curious although he was also shy and timid at times. He was known as a geek at school and often picked on for being a bit of a nerd. He got into soccer because he thought football was too rough and he was too short to make it on the basketball team.
You drive over to Vincent's house and you ring the doorbell. Vincent opens up and lets you in. The two of you talk about the weather and about the news for a few minutes until the short, shy boy shuffles out of his bedroom.
"Taylor! Come say hi to Mr. James!" Vincent says to him.
"Oh... hi!" Taylor says, as he waves at you before he almost heads back into his room.
"Taylor! Come back!" Vincent orders. "Mr. James brought something for you!"
"Oh..."
The shy boy turns around and walks back towards you. He's wearing a cap, a tank top and shorts. The boy is probably no taller than 4-foot-8-inches tall.
"Hey, buddy!" you say to him. "How's going?"
"I'm good!"
"How old are you now?"
"I'll be thirteen next month!"
"Oh cool! Big boy, huh?"
"Yeah! I'm going to the seventh grade!"
"I got you something!" you say, as you pull out the plastic container with the formula.
"What is that?"
"This is the God Formula!" you say, as you unscrew the cap. "Here, drink it! It will make all your wishes come true!"
Taylor took the container and stared at it for a moment. Then he glanced over at his father for his approval. Vincent just smiled and nodded.
Taylor took a whiff of the juice before carefully taking one sip of it.
"Hmm... Yumm..."
Once he had a sip of it, he drank the rest. You and Vincent sit and watch quietly as the young boy gulped all of it down, to the very last drop.
"Man, I was thirsty!" he said, as he set the empty container on the table.
Vincent then stared at you.
"Did it work?"
"I don't know." you shrugged. "Ask him!" you reply, pointing at Taylor.
Taylor turned around and stared at the small TV set, which suddenly began to grow! The older device transformed into a flat screen TV which grew from a small 22-inch screen to a whopping 42-inch screen, right before our very own eyes!
"Ahh... Finally a bigger TV!" Taylor grinned.
"Whoa!" Vincent gasped.
"Yup! It worked!" you smile. You look down at the boy, who had just become a young, preteen God before your very eyes...
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